. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Wu §xU\x §tmmi U W ^x^ixm. WhXtJiXimX grief and tlirougli danger tliy smile liatli cheerd my way,Till hope seemd to bud from each thorn that round me lay;The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turnd;Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free,And blessd even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee. s>^,. -^^ ^. ^^. ML^% S>S? ^ ^ Thy rival was lionourd, while thou wert wrongd ^^ and scornd, _^ Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows^^;^^ ado
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Wu §xU\x §tmmi U W ^x^ixm. WhXtJiXimX grief and tlirougli danger tliy smile liatli cheerd my way,Till hope seemd to bud from each thorn that round me lay;The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turnd;Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free,And blessd even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee. s>^,. -^^ ^. ^^. ML^% S>S? ^ ^ Thy rival was lionourd, while thou wert wrongd ^^ and scornd, _^ Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows^^;^^ adornd; ^ Sho wood me to temples, while thou layst hid in caves,Her friends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves;Yet cold in the earth, at thy feet, I would rather be,Than wed what I lovd not, or turn one thought from thee. They slander thee sorely, who say thy vows are frail—Hadst thou been a false one, thy cheek had lookd less say, too, so long thou hast worn those lingering chains,That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains— j Oh! foul is the slander,—no chain could that soul I subdue—Where shineth % spirit, there liberty shineth too!
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